Luyện nghe bài hát Money

Yeah up

Nigga want hundeds, hundeds,
I money money money
Nigga hundeds, hundeds, hundeds
Nigga I need money money
Nigga want hundeds hundeds
Nigga want money money

1]
The biggest fast is rhyme the size crime
Its the same man since the game became mine
I four one of these at the same time
Looking like Snoop back in eighty-nine
Do I give a fuck, no I never
I just blow my weed and take a bubble
I laugh at niggaz, I aint mad at you niggaz
Cause half of you niggaz cant even fuck me
I'm on it cause I'm so city
And every that I roll through I leave my G prints
LBC, now what I represent, can ya feel it (Eastside)
I'm hotter than a of fish grease in a skillet
I say what up to all the G's, the killas, and the ballers, and the dealers
See where I'm from you either rate us, us or steal us
And right now all the cap peelers gotta feel us

[Chorus with slight repeat 2 X]

2]
Money, is everything
It's the crack to the
It's the to the queen
It supreme
It's the to the cream (say what)
It's a po man, no man, its dream
Money, mo money, get
But make sure you know that folks don't get funny
Everybody claiming that they down on luck
While I'm dressed like a million bucks
I on my black socks with my all gold chucks
Now lets see one of my trucks we gone use today
To slide away, (where we going) to Snoop mother fucking U.S.A
Its all a dream, and can come true
If it for me, shit it can happen for you
Meech from the beach, he shit cracking
And everything he guaranteed to go platinum

with slight variations repeat 2 X]

3]
Ya got to have cash to make it these
And you can make at one of a hundred different ways
You can holler at the homie Meech and get a dope
And write you a rap, and try to get you to
Or you stand on the streets and holler and wine
You can up insane, twenty crip or one nine
I chose DP cause money money money that's all a nigga see
See to get it, is to have it, interstate, maintain, get broke and fail the game
You catch me in Brooklyn man hanging out with my sons and god sons, cause it's a blood thing
Or you can me in Oakland, or I might be on my way back to the west coast
Still smoking, with a pound of that
Waiting for me at the crib with my dogs my and my two kids, getting money

[Chorus slight variations repeat 5 X]

[Ad libs chorus]
For all the niggaz out there their money
is the root of all evil huh
You what
I mean, we already living in
So fuck, get your man
I look at shit like
The mother fuckers that don't got money, they bad
and they don't a fuck and they rob they steal they kill
And the mother fuckers got money, they depressed
you know they can't it
So I mean, whats pleasure
you wanna live with it our without it, shit I'm it
I got to have it, you me

[Chorus with slight repeat 5 X]